Soft on the sunset sky Bright daylight closes, Leaving, when light doth die, Pale hues that mingling lie, -- Ashes of roses. When love's warm sun is set, Love's brightness closes; Eyes with hot tears are wet, In hearts there linger yet Ashes of roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE TO A MAID OF THIRTEEN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER DOOMSDAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES INTIMATIONS OF MORTALITY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |